Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1180 | 2016-01-12 08:27:37 | 41.98 | 89% |
| 588 | 2015-12-29 14:16:23 | 35.35 | 88% |